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So fucking get rid of it. I can't move. I hear his car start, then pull away, and slowly lower myself down to the bench. This inn is in BFE. You'll recover quickly there. My shoulder sings every time I try to throw a ball, but I won't admit that to anyone, least of all Kate, who seems to think it's her God-given right to mother me.

I could probably stay somewhere closer to you. Stop whining. The inn is the perfect place for it. Being off the grid, calling my own shots for a while, without anyone checking on me every five seconds, sounds like pure heaven. That'll give you time to get settled and rest from your trip.

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I hurt my shoulder. It's not like I'm coming home from war.

Kate was unhappy for far too long. Being in New Orleans and with Eli Boudreaux, seems to be agreeing with her. But I'll save my opinion on that until I see her with my own eyes. I take a deep breath as I adjust my grip on the steering wheel, loving the way this car handles. It's as smooth as a beautiful woman's bare skin. Not that I remember exactly what that feels like, given that I've been preoccupied with major league baseball, and doctors, and the very real prospect of losing the sport that has been the only love of my life far too much lately.

Maybe that'll change while I'm down here in Louisiana. It wouldn't hurt to distract myself with a fun woman for a while. I rub my hand over my lips and quickly dismiss that idea. I don't need any distractions. I need to get my shoulder in top form again so I can return to the team and sport I love in the spring.

The GPS announces that I've reached my destination, and my jaw drops as I slow the car before turning into the driveway and take in my first glimpse of Inn Boudreaux.

A row of enormous old oak trees lead to the front door of an impressive white building with wide pillars and a deep front porch.

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Porch swings hang on either side of the inviting red door and ceiling fans spin lazily above them. The trees soar high into the air, the branches heavy with Spanish moss dripping from the limbs. Some of the limbs are so long that they rest on the ground. I turn into the driveway, still crawling along. The grounds are adorned with different buildings, gardens, a creek-complete with bridge-and beautiful colors everywhere. If there is a heaven, this is exactly what it should look like.

I come to a stop beside a Buick with Florida plates and climb out of the car just as a pixie of a woman with long dark hair steps out of the house, tossing a friendly smile and wave in my direction. Yes, heaven should have her greet every person to show up as well.

Still hidden behind my glasses, my eyes take a leisurely stroll up and down her petite frame, not at all offended by her smooth, bare legs and bare feet.

She's in tiny denim shorts and a black tank top, because of the hot weather, I'm sure. Her hair falls almost to her waist, and I can't tell what color her eyes are, but that smile could melt the coldest heart. She descends the stairs, slips her feet into flip flops, and walks toward me. I'm Gabby. Her eyes-the color of old whiskey-widen in surprise, and then she giggles, making my gut tighten.

A few pairs of jeans, some shirts, workout clothes, and I'm good. It's women who need every stitch of clothing they've ever owned for a weekend trip. Why it suddenly matters to me what the thoughts running through her gorgeous little head are, I'm not sure.

But it does matter. A lot. She doesn't have to bend far to kiss his head. You get the best room in the whole house.

I'm trying to pay off another broken window. You can mark a dollar off what you owe. I've heard it before. I have! She's stunning. I serve breakfast in the dining room between seven and nine every morning.

If you give me a heads up, I can provide you with lunch and dinner as well. I am the inn keeper, and the cook.

This is how you adjust the temperature. If you need anything, let us know. Watching her with her son is fascinating.

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So we are going to let him be, Samuel Beauregard. Do you hear me? He's just really excited that you're here. The king-sized bed is covered in a blue quilt, obviously hand-sewn long ago. The furniture is dark brown and heavy.

Wide windows are open and look out of the front of the house to the line of old oaks. The shade from the trees has kept the room cool, and a breeze is blowing through.

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I saunter into the bathroom and whistle through my teeth. The floor is tile, the shower is big enough for four, and the copper tub in the corner is going to be my very best friend when my shoulder is aching after a workout.

I flop on the bed and let out a long sigh, for the first time in what feels like a long time and let my heavy eyelids fall closed, just for a minute.

It's quiet here. Every once in a while I can hear Sam's voice float through with the breeze and his mother's soft response.

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Birds are singing. I roll onto my side, and wince when a wrong movement sends a zing through my shoulder, reminding me why I'm here. To heal. To strengthen my shoulder and get back to work. Not to think about a certain sexy inn keeper. So we have a limit on the number of downloads. If you want to increase this limit, your can make a donation:.


Donate Now. Search Home About Donate. Book Details File Name loving-cara-by-kristen-proby. Cover 2. Dedication 3. Acknowledgments 4. Prologue 5. Chapter One 6. Chapter Two 7.

Chapter Three 8. Chapter Four 9. Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Epilogue About Kristen Proby Read Online Swipe version.Elisa Borromeo. Loving Irish by Katy Regnery.

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